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Monday, March 14, 2016

Cover Reveal: The Sound of Us by Julie Hammerle

Title: The Sound of Us

Author:Julie Hammerle

Publisher: Entangled Teen

Publication Date: June 7th 2016

Synopsis: @kikeronis Turns out the best opera camp in Indiana is more like boot camp. Goodbye, #GameofThrones #TheWalkingDead #ProjectEarth@kikeronis Silver lining to having your best friend stab you in the back: you’re no longer her constant tag-along. I can kick ass here.@kikeronis What if you meet a hot nerdy drummer who understands your soul, but res hall basement jam sessions are forbidden & can get you kicked out?@kikeronis I, sweatpants enthusiast & perpetual chorus girl, have to be ruthless enough to win 1 of the 7 scholarships, or no music school for me.@kikeronis Forget opera domination, I'm headed for "opera camp disaster & cautionary tale." If I don't give up either music or the guy, I'll lose both.

About the Author: Julie Hammerle is the author of The Sound of Us, which will be published by Entangled Teen in the summer of 2016. Before settling down to write "for real," she studied opera, taught Latin, and held her real estate license for one hot minute. Currently, she writes about TV on her blog Hammervision, ropes people into conversations about Game of Thrones, and makes excuses to avoid the gym. Her favorite YA-centric TV shows include 90210 (original spice), Felicity, and Freaks and Geeks. Her iPod reads like a 1997 Lilith Fair set list. She lives in Chicago with her husband, two kids, and a dog. They named the dog Indiana.

From
the music app on my phone, Ani DiFranco belts out a choice insult just as Brie
bursts through my dorm room door, crosses the room, and plops a giant cardboard
box on the other bed.

“I
guess we’re roommates,” she says. There were a bunch of boxes in the room when
I arrived, and I wondered who they belonged to. I suppose that mystery is
solved.

I
scramble to stop Ani from singing anything else we both might regret later and
I look up just in time to see Seth Banks crossing the threshold into my dorm
room, carrying another larger, heavier box over to Brie’s side.

I nod,
and sneak a glance at the mirror on the wall next to my bed, assessing myself
against the two model-caliber people in my dorm room. I’m still wearing the cat
dress. My frizzy hair is up in a messy bun, but the effect actually works with
my blue-plastic glasses. I look eccentric, but artsy, which may not be the best
look of all time but it is, in fact, a look.

(You’re
probably wondering who my celebrity twin is. Well, there aren’t a lot of women
in pop culture who have my body type, i.e. dumpy. I’m too fat to be thin and
too thin to be fat. Head-wise, I have the glasses and mouse-like features of
Mary Katherine Gallagher from Saturday Night Live with hair like Hermione
before someone gave her hot oil help between the second and third movies.)

Brie
cocks an eyebrow at me and tucks her bottom lip under her top teeth as she
picks up my backpack and drops it on the ground with a perfunctory thud. I had
tossed it onto the blue papa-san chair in the middle of our room after I got
back from the auditions. “That’s my chair,” she says. “My. Chair.” And then she
proceeds to place a six-pack of Diet Coke into the fridge—My. Fridge.—because
apparently that’s how fairness works.

Brie
puts her hands on her hips and surveys my side of the room, which, honestly,
does look like a tornado ripped through it. I came back to our room after
auditions with the plan of unpacking all of my things, I really did. But
instead I felt so overwhelmed, I had to take a few minutes to listen to Ani and
decompress by writing horrible, secret poetry in my journal. But the few
minutes turned into an hour, turned into me skipping dinner, turned into all of
a sudden it’s 7:00 and my clothes are still strewn around the floor like party
guests who refuse to leave.

To prove a point to Brie or
something, I grab a stack of pictures from my desk and start sticking them up
on the bulletin board. I don’t really want the pictures on my wall. I don’t
need them, but I feel like they’re obligatory college student falderal, and
that’s what I’m pretending to be this summer, a college student. My eyes linger
over the pictures as I pin them, memories that seem so distant already. High
school is a million miles away, which is kind of the point of my being in
Indianapolis, so, success.AND NOW, for the cover....

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